After finishing the meal, the two of them immediately went to what Tyrion said was the safest and most secret living room in the empire besides the emperor's forbidden palace.
When the door of the living room opened, a faint scent of incense came to the face. Tirian's female secretary had already lit the incense burner inside and then left.
This is a very unique living room. It is not overly gorgeous and vulgar, but looks elegant and noble. There are large and small bookcases lined up along the wall, displaying historical relics and books from various centuries. There is also a bookcase against the corner. An antique mahogany table is filled with various rare treasures. The first thing that catches the eye is a shining golden birdcage, with a colorful bird inside. Whenever it shakes slightly, The delicate bell on it will make a crisp sound.
On the other side of the table, there is a white porcelain deer, looking at everything in the living room with smiling eyes. Beside the deer, there is a graceful sculpture of a girl, and an antique chandelier hangs on the ceiling of the living room. , the crystal clear crystal makes people wonder which era it belongs to, and the copper-gray color at the bottom of the lamp looks particularly bright under the light of the lamp.
The walls around the living room are covered with ancient oil paintings, wall hangings and sculptures. At one end of the living room is a unique single chair with animal head carvings on the armrests and the back of the chair, giving it a sense of majesty. Feel.
".I have spent eighty years building this place. Every object here is the oldest and most exquisite. Sometimes, even if I am in a bad mood, I still like to stay in this room. Every high lord has My own palace and the spire of the Senate are also the most magnificent buildings in the entire galaxy, and I still prefer this oasis that belongs to me."
As he spoke, he pointed to a huge celadon vase.
"This is said to come from the collection of the former imperial prime minister Malcador. It escaped from the palace during the great rebellion. It was found by me after being circulated for tens of thousands of years. Based on the inspection of some scholars and the detection of machines, it is inferred that its history can be traced back to the first human beings. A thousand years."
Soshiyang nodded slightly.
"Cultural relics are witnesses of history."
"Not only that, every time I sit here, I will realize that humans are not just violence and anger, we are also an ancient race with excellent taste, we have wisdom and interest, and we will stand firm in the universe. If Our race only has war, so what’s the difference between us and the greenskins?”
Then he pointed to a sandstone fireplace.
"It belongs to the pre-French Federation period and is more than 12,000 years old. It is a priceless treasure in a literal sense, because the emperor once made an oath with the leaders of the Federation in front of this fireplace, but if it is placed outside, it will Most people will just regard it as a useless stone, smash it or throw it away. However, this is the terrible situation our race is currently facing."
Then the two of them found a suitable place to sit down. Soshyan chose a huge stone chair, and Tirian chose a sofa. It was not that he was disrespectful to cultural relics, but it was the only thing here that suited his body type.
"This is the chair that the original Dorn sat on when he was commanding the defense of Terra in the fortress. As a result, it was shoveled away as rubbish when the Bone Pillar Fortress was cleaned up after the war. When it was found, it was already in the deepest part of the underground. Being regarded as "in the mutant tribe"
Tyrion stopped what he was going to say in time, but looking at his slightly embarrassed expression, Soshyan probably guessed that the size of this chair meant that for a mortal, it could only be used for -
toilet?
"Originally, I wanted to return the Imperial Fist, but considering that it might cause some excessive reactions, I didn't do so."
"Understandable."
After a brief silence, Tyrion said slowly:
"The empire needs heroes more than ever, but heroes also mean doing things that ordinary people can't do, which means they have to get rid of many constraints. Chapter Commander Soshiyan, if. If one day, you need to stand up and become the true Hero, are you willing to get rid of those constraints?"
Soshiyang replied calmly:
"It depends on how it goes."
"In recent years, I have been collecting specific situations in various war zones. Among the many chaotic fronts, I found that the number of heretical activities in the Obscure Star Region has been more than twice as active as in the previous century, and the number near the Cadian Sector The number of space hulks that appeared was five times that of the previous century! Although these seemed to have been disposed of in the end, judging from the general rules, these are by no means accidental."
"You mean the enemy, or that the Black Legion might take action?"
"The Great Predator has always been on the move, but don't laugh at me when I say it. I always have some bad intuitions and premonitions. The Eye of Terror, a place where the empire is strictly guarded, may have problems. Although in ten years I tried my best personally to get the Ministry of War and the Ministry of the Navy to add fifty regiments and two strike fleets in the direction of Cadian, but is this enough? I often ask myself at night, are these arrangements really enough? Can we really spend the last thirty years of the forty-one thousand years coming to an end safely? What about the next forty-two thousand years? As you said before, the empire is already a disabled old man. Maybe we can continue to make up for it for another thousand years, but what happens after that?"
After thinking for a moment, Soshyan looked at Tirian and asked very straightforwardly:
"Do you want a reform?"
Tyrion shook his head.
"Reform? No, I have lived for two hundred years. This is the harvest of my daily care and pampering. But I do not plan to use life extension technology. My life will soon come to an end. In a sense, I am a physical I am one of the mortals closest to the throne, but I am not sure whether the Emperor, my bloated and incompetent soul, appreciates it. Maybe I can do one last thing that is in line with my duties before I die. If so, after the Great Rebellion, this Ten thousand years have proven the limits of mortal rule, so does that mean we have to find a new path? I don’t know what this path should look like, but I know that the empire does need to change."
Soshyan stared at the bloated man stuck in the sofa with mixed emotions.
The other party acted unusually brave. He would have known that saying this in front of an Astartes would be quite dangerous, not to mention that the two of them were not that familiar. Either the other party had absolute confidence, or the other party thought he knew Sosh well enough. Yang knew that he could hear this, but no matter what he considered, just speaking required enough courage.
A seemingly weak mortal can make such a courageous decision, what about him? Has he been acting too hesitant?
"Chapter Master Soshiyan, you are the hope I see, a hope for change. The era of the Primarchs has passed, but we have no shortage of people better than them. I will help you, politically and in many ways." place, to put it bluntly we can form a mutually beneficial alliance.”
The Imperial Chancellor extended an olive branch to himself, which sounded good, but in fact it was a very dangerous thing.
"Astartes."
Soshyan paused, then said slowly:
"You cannot interfere in imperial politics. This is not only a requirement of the Holy Scriptures, but also the principles and ethics that an Astartes should have."
